Saturday, March 31, 2007

...take a look at Micro Compact Homes, designed by British architects for a German firm. The website describes it as a "lightweight compact dwelling for one or two people. Its compact dimensions of 2.6m cube adapt it to a variety of sites and circumstances, and its functioning spaces of sleeping, working / dining, cooking and hygiene make it suitable for everyday use."

Friday, March 30, 2007

Okay, I've officially put up 4 prints for sale at Etsy.com. My "store" will be updated from time to time with both digital and film prints, all prettily matted for your hanging convenience. Take a look! (I also replaced that Flickr javascript on my sidebar with an Etsy preview -- just in case you forget. Cough.)

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

1. From ComputerWorld's 20 Must-Have Firefox Extensions, "Measurelt" allows you to take an exact pixel measurement of anything on your screen. My other favorite, ColorZilla, provides you with a handy little dropper when you want an RGB reading of something showing up in your browser.

5. And speaking of jewelry, Etsy is a wonderful site where various artisans can sell their work (and it's really reasonable, too). Last week I discovered a small bead story on Fifth Ave. and was inspired to get back into jewelry-making -- maybe I'll try selling a few pieces and see what happens...

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Saturday, March 24, 2007

This is also (obviously) cheating. A statue at the Yale University Art Gallery -- who, incidentally, has a subscription to the Yale Daily News delivered daily to the floor beneath his left arm and addressed to "The Man in the Chair With the Beer."

Friday, March 23, 2007

From the combined forces of careful parenting and an unnecessarily formal hometown, I have never felt comfortable calling adults (let's assume that I don't count myself in that demographic, at least for the next seven months) by their first names. Ever. Even the closest of family friends were always "Aunt" Irene or "Uncle" John -- never just a given name. And above all, teachers, professors, and bosses were always addressed with some sort of appended title.

Recently, however, I've found that every single one of my architecture professors insists on being called by his or her first name. I find it terrifying in the extreme. While they're all perfectly approachable and amiable human beings, they're all professors and practicing architects, and -- though clearly this judgment is both unfair and untrue -- the last department I would expect to be so informal with students. All of my other professors (some tenured, some not -- some even not actually professors at all, but rather hopeful grad students) have insisted on the title.

One of the more notable side effects of being an only child is that I've spent most of my life interacting primarily with people anywhere from one to five decades my senior. Now, the only difference is that they all want me to address them as if I'm their equal -- and though flattering, it secretly pains me. My boss is Nick. My studio professor is Madeline. Even Mrs. Amanpour, apparently, is Christiane.

After showing up for my first day at Wired yesterday only to find that my boss was in San Francisco (I probably should have remembered that), I wandered around Midtown for a while and finally settled down in Borders to get some work done. Predictably, I got only a few pages into my architecture reading before I realized that a copy of Ann Patchett's latest book -- The Magician's Assistant -- was sitting on the table beside me. Though not as glued-to-your-seat-riveting as her earlier Bel Canto, the premise is equally unusual and just as finely executed.

Later in the evening, I met up with some friends and made my first pilgrimage to Jersey on the PATH train for a Decemberists concert in Jersey City. Tragically, I only realized at 8 p.m. that I had forgotten to put a CF card in my camera that morning (the picture to the right is actually from their October 2005 concert in New York City), but my idiocy aside the concert was brilliant. I haven't found a posted set list/mp3 list yet of the performance, but Meloy & co. started with 'Oceanside,' went through almost all of their latest album The Crane Wife, and ended the night with two of my favorite songs -- 'Eli, the Barrow Boy' and 'Sons & Daughters' as their encores. (I did find, however, that someone put up their October 2006 concert at the 9:30 Club in DC ... the set list isn't quite the same, but you get the idea.)

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

2. For any other college students equally immersed in the blogosphere: Eater (& Curbed) are hiring!

3. Wired recently launched a new project called Assignment Zero: the latest experiment in crowdsourcing. Jeff Howe -- the Wired editor who coined the term last June -- has been tracking Assignment Zero's progress on his aptly-named blog.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Every once in a while Amazon.com sends me a cheery self-promotional e-mail with "recommended" items that their computers think I would like. This week's list, however, was a little more eclectic than most. Since I've been ordering mostly design and architecture books lately, the two typography titles make sense, as does the diver's backpack. But GQ Magazine?! What!

The Motion Theory music video for Modest Mouse's 'Dashboard' is one of the best I've seen of late: clever narrative, really striking cinematography, and fairly decent music (I guess that part's important). I'll be interested to see if their new album -- We Were Dead Before The Ship Even Sank, which releases on March 20 -- returns to the days of The Moon & Antarctica, before they started producing lyrical disasters like "Float On."

Friday, March 16, 2007

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Naively, I'd always assumed that GoogleMaps' satellite images were live -- magically projected at frequent intervals from some great spaceship in the sky down to my computer. Or, at the very least, I would guess that Google updated their maps every month. But every 1.5 years?!

I just checked out Google's images of the Lower Ninth Ward to verify the addresses of some of the images I'm uploading to Flickr, and was puzzled to discover a picturesque snapshot of typical suburbia -- not exactly the wasteland I was anticipating. I'm not sure when the above image was taken -- of Tupelo Street near where it intersects with Florida Avenue (and very near where the levees broke) -- but those trees and rooftops certainly haven't been around for a good 19 months. What!

1. A strangely discolored Seurat reproduction? Not quite -- it's actually a photograph representing the 106,000 aluminum cans that Americans consume every 30 seconds. Chris Jordan has an entire series entitled Running the Numbers: An American Self Portrait, which "looks at contemporary American culture through the austere lens of statistics." His images illustrate everything from Vicodin abuse to annual prison incarceration numbers.

Branding agency LogoOrange has a small catalogue of famous corporate logos and their design histories up on their website. As a for instance -- am I the only person who never noticed that the Yamaha logo is a set of three crossed tuning forks? Apparently, Yamaha was founded (originally under the name Nippon Gakki Seizo Kabushiki Kaisha) as an instrument repair company. I guess the motorcycles are just a hobby.

Also on LogoOrange's site is an efficient write-up of predicted 2007 Logo Design Trends. Don't know what hot dogs, clouds, and transmission beams have to do with branding? Read on.

And lastly -- for any designer who has to switch constantly between RGB and CMYK formats, the site includes an extensive color-matching chart for easy conversion.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

The Salton Sea is a saline lake in the southeast corner of California that was created when the Colorado River diverted in 1905.

Up until the 1960s large luxury communities were established around the Sea's perimeter, until the lake's lack of any outlet induced fish die-offs, high levels of bacteria, and general nastiness. The shore is coated in a fine layer of fish skeletons and recently deceased tilapia. It smells really, really bad.

Currently, the Salton Sea supports a few tent cities (more like RV camps, actually) and various other small neighborhoods.

One small community is called "Slab City" because it was founded on the leftover foundations of an old army base.

Bombay Beach, on the eastern shore of the Sea, is surrounded by submerged trailers and trucks.

One fellow, Leonard Knight, built a small monument he named Salvation Mountain at the entrance to Slab City. It's made from hay bales and mud, and is very colorful. Knight is very friendly and welcoming (he sleeps in his truck), if slightly deaf.

Despite the generally overwhelming stench, the lake itself is glassy and beautiful. The occasional submerged telephone pole, tree, or crumbling dock creates wonderful reflections in the water. There are flocks and flocks of birds (gulls, pigeons, egrets, sandpipers, pelicans, etc.), though I'm not sure how they've managed to survive on dead (/dying) fish.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

This fellow was a Nepalese sherpa who came to California after saving an American's life while scaling Mount Everest. Grateful, the man's family sponsored his trip to Los Angeles 22 years ago, where he's since worked as a waiter, bartender, hotel concierge, and now taxi driver. He says he prefers Nepal.

While it is not rare for me to be grossly irritated/distressed/exasperated with the NYTimes' daily photo & design judgments, I would just like to say that I thought today's front page was lovely, with a beautiful, timely, and relevant lead photo (spot news! what a concept!), an engaging feature piece on the Google empire, and a cute little "don't forget to turn your clocks forward" graphic at the bottom of the page.

It's unfortunate that the Times falls behind so frequently on local NYC coverage simply because it tries too hard to be quintessentially international in scope; but today's front page was a nice example of what a team of talented journalists & designers can do on a more regional scale.